It was in the evening, and the afterglow of the sunset was pouring on Ming Linlang's body, and the pale yellow light made her face soft.
She still remembers that on the way back to Kunlun that day, she was suddenly immersed in this jade, which told her to know the cause and effect, and what she should shoulder.
Ming Linlang knew that she was a chess piece on the chessboard, even the most important chess piece.
But she was willing.
She closed her eyes, and all the creatures around her echoed the woman's every move.
Wu Yazi watched from a distance, his heart was churning and it was hard to calm down. Now Ming Linlang was no worse than him. She had reached the late stage of Mahayana. The speed of her cultivation was unprecedented in China and was unparalleled.
But what he felt in his heart was not shock and joy for the sect, but a sigh of regret.
"Nvjun."
…
Gu Shaorong made a move, and suddenly the water in the endless sea was stirred by the resentful dragon. The clear water began to become turbid, and the transparency turned into blood black.
The resentful dragon had a huge body and soared into the sky, turning the evening into a dark night. There was no star or moon in the sky. Only the shadow of the real dragon could be seen disappearing and appearing, and there was an astonishing roar, which made the fishermen panic.
Seven or eight fishing villages live near the sea and rely on it for survival. At this moment, the sky changes drastically. The sunset suddenly disappears, turning into a thick darkness. They also hear the vicious roar coming from the sky, and they feel panic.
Several villages hurriedly selected strong men to hold torches and come out of the village to observe the strange things. There were thirty or forty people in each village, which was quite majestic.
They listened to the sound and looked for direction, heading to the beach, but a young man suddenly dropped the torch in his hand. When everyone looked, they saw that his hands were shaking so much that he fell to the ground.
His voice trembled, and he looked up at the sky.
"Dragon, dragon, that's a dragon!"
The real dragon's body, covered in blood and ink, is hidden in the clouds. Only the pair of dragon eyes are cold and cold, as if the coldness, killing, and awe of the world are all mixed in, making ordinary mortals feel as if they have fallen into an ice cellar at a glance, and their whole bodies are freezing.
The upper pressure of the life level was vividly displayed. Mortals glimpsed the dragon, and the two forces fought. Dozens of strong men were captured and collapsed on the ground.
The sea water surged, and they saw a man in black standing on the sea surface without any moisture.
He has a very handsome face, like an immortal in a painting or a charming demon in a storybook.
The man smiled and clapped his hands, and a rustling sound came from the sea water. They saw many strange creatures crawling out of the sea water, like insects, but their limbs shone with a cold metallic luster.
Their mouthparts were vibrating and making a squeaking sound. They were all huge and surrounded by black and yellow air currents.
"No, don't come here!"
Several strong men managed to get up and were about to flee into the village, but those strange creatures suddenly turned into a few rays of dark light and fell on them.
"ah!"
There was blood and a fishy smell.
There was black mist surrounding Gu Shaorong, forming a strange human head with blank features.
"What a wonderful blood meal."
A faint voice came, causing Gu Shaorong to curl his lips.
"You and I must remember the covenant we made."
"I will never forget it."
…
Floating high in the sky in Tianji Hall is a powerful magic weapon. The rich spiritual energy merges into a white mist that surrounds the hall, like a fairy palace in the clouds.
The thirty-one jade benches in the hall are engraved with the totem of the dragon and the flying luan, which highlights the extraordinary identity of its owner.
The Mahayana masters of Tianxu China have all taken their seats at this moment.
Xuan Zhen's expression remained calm all the time, but when all the Mahayana masters in the world arrived, she suddenly let out a long sigh.
"Everyone, we should prepare for the worst."
Next to her, Gao Yun also looked defeated.
Patriarch Xuan Zhen explained what happened in Penglai one by one. The fragments of Qian Chan's soul and the soul-swallowing evil lord who was suppressed by Zhao Qingtang were thrown into the center of the hall. They were surrounded by Mahayana, and they couldn't escape even if they wanted to.
As soon as Xuan Zhen finished speaking, the whole hall fell silent, and no one continued to speak.
Daomen of the Eastern Region, Longhu, Yuan Zong, Kunlun of the Southern Region, Penglai, Yashan, Hehuan of the Western Region, Shahun, Tianmo, Demon King of the Demon Region.
All the forces in the world are gathered in this palace.
They have cultivated to the Mahayana, how can they have simple minds?
Zhao Hanfeng sighed, with a condensation in his brows that was difficult to dissipate.
"The world will be in chaos. Apart from other things, I guess that the great gift mentioned by the evil city lord is about to come."
"Each of your sects and sects should quickly notify the cities within the sect's territory, as well as the villages where mortals live, that they need to be dealt with properly."
Xuan Zhen of Penglai sighed in response: "Now what we have concealed for thousands of years can no longer be prevented from falling into the eyes of mortals."
Since the first disaster in Tianxu China that year, the once extremely prosperous Shenzhou inheritance fell into despair for a time, and then gradually recovered and recuperated, and the power of evil cultivators gradually grew, and the Xiewan City was born from this.
Then the evil cultivators were worried that they would be merciless. They were worried that the evil cultivators would sink the boat, awaken the "man in heaven", and repeat the original catastrophe.
While they were wary of each other and were in a stalemate, the Immortal Sect gradually relaxed their vigilance and ended up where they are today.
"I will send a message to the sect now."
Grandmaster Futong of the Tianmo Sect acted vigorously and resolutely, with a resolute look on his face but could not hide his worry. He stirred his magic power with two fingers and sent out a thunderous signal and jumped towards the outside of the palace.
Everyone who has sect inheritance and family behind them also behaves in this way.
When this happened, a kind-hearted old man suddenly looked shocked.
Wearing a gray cassock, with the Sanskrit incense seal on his head, he is the master of the Buddhist sect. He has achieved immortality, has profound Zen skills, and suddenly feels something in his heart.
His face was covered with old wrinkles, and his eyes were also showing an aging yellow color, but at this moment, the pupils were haloed with a faint white mist, making it a vague scene.
"Everyone, this poor monk can see with his clairvoyance."
"The Endless Sea has undergone a sudden change, and the evil species has reappeared. Innocent people have suffered disasters!"
"The clouds in the sea seem to have the shadow of a true dragon?!"
The faces of all the cultivators present here changed greatly, and even the masters found it difficult to maintain a calm mind.
"Is what Master Huiming said true?!"
The person who asked the question was a Mahayana ancestor of Yuan Zong, but as soon as he said this, he suddenly felt stupid.
In this situation, there is no room for lies, not to mention that Master Huiming is a monk and does not lie.
Zhao Hanfeng narrowed his eyes and placed his right hand on the seat into a fist.
"Please also ask Master Huiming to use his magical powers to find the location of the evil species, and immediately send high-level monks to surround and kill him. And what about the real dragon?"
Xuan Zhen sneered, and now she was shaking with anger.
"If the three spiritual snakes of our sect are nourished again, they will have the potential to melt into dragons. The evil city also used ruthless methods to kill and hunt the pythons. I am afraid that they applied evil magic, and they really cultivated dragons."
Huiming suddenly understood and looked solemn.
"If this is really the case, the dragon must have been transformed by a resentful spirit. Evil thoughts have gathered and must be eradicated."
The ancestor of the Hehuan sect had a handsome face, like a relegated immortal who was not stained by the mortal world. At this moment, he stood up with a sinister tone in his voice.
"Go immediately."
(End of chapter)
